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They were traitors. Indians turning in Indians for reward.
From a thousand miles away I heard Miigwans call, “French! Come back.” But it could have just been the wind.
Tree was trying to reason with me. Or maybe it was just the wind.
I heard him whine a little at the end of his plea. But then, maybe it was just the wind.
Instead of a captor, he became her anchor, dragging her all the way to the bottom.
falling unconscious more than to sleep.
It was like a color had ceased to exist and now the world seemed dull.
RiRi was dead. I had killed a man.
That’s where the loss lived, in those strangely normal spots on my body.
They needed to hear each other’s voices. It was part of their coping.
Maybe I could use the last bullet I had in my gun to just go away.
So the shooting was a waste.
It’s much better to freeze and bleed a free man.
I felt a sharp jab in my guts at the mention of my father, like a poisonous bubble bursting, one that I’d been trying to protect in the soft wet of my insides.
That they could explain the system had to die and a new one be built in its place.
Like that wasn’t scarier to those still in the system than all the dreamlessness and desert wastelands in the world.
add a new color to the picture that was my father’s last days.
66542G, 41-year-old male, Euro-Cree.’
He pleaded with me to take him, but I was deaf to him then. Not that I wouldn’t hear him clearly later when I tried to sleep.
Simile, grotesque and not helpful.
So I tried to take them home.
So I know they made it back.”
Just make sure it doesn’t change the intent of the trip.”
“As long as the intent is good, nothing else matters. Not in these days, son.”
Why not ambush and kill therm! Question
Rose accidentally kicked my foot and then left her warm toes against my sole,
Again she caught my eye and held her finger to her thin lips, just for a split second,
whom we were sure we would never see again.
Minerva had moved the ladder sometime in the night, before the Recruiters woke us.
Haha - she’s a seer and a guerrilla tactician.
Since she no longer had RiRi to comfort in these situations, Wab had to face herself, and it made her more fragile.
Simile - not bad
the life I’d taken with all the speed of vengeance
there was no more north in my heart.
the language
the breadth of my self-assigned duties: moodiness, anxiety for the safety of every person, insomnia
Haha duties
Simile - incoherent
Haha
Sinile - weird
I could see a bouquet of hands reaching for the sky or each other, on a pink background with white letters behind them.
A real CD, presumably - question
pious monks in all manner of fancy dress,
Simile - extended and discomfiting.
How could anything be as bad as it was when this moment existed in the span of eternity?
How could I have fear when this girl would allow me this close?
How could anything matter but this small miracle of having so...
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You got that right. Where was the night guard?
crossbows
Yay! A real weapon, not dependent on “civilization” for ammo and cleaning.
There was no boastful pride in my face. Just five and a half years of hard living.
“Miigwans Kiwenzie, anish de kaz.”
Haha
little cousin.
Haha
I noticed the asshole watching us, a peculiar look on his face like jealousy, and I smirked.
Haha
